towerofjamjars | A day in the life... meme

A day in the life... meme

❧Post with your characters with a small write up of what an ordinary day was like for them, back home. You can write it up or just link to relevant canon sources like manga pages or youtube clips.
❧Characters who reply will feel like they have lived through that, rather than have seen it.
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❧SHENANIGANS.

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[~~This.~~

Or rather, a usual day on the road with an elf and a ranger. You know, sleeping on forests, walking for miles on end, crossing mountains, killing orcs, bickering. The works.]

Edited 2012-10-07 07:58 (UTC)

[Jack's days mostly consist of waking up somewhere unexpected, sometimes lacking a few key items of clothing and nursing the beginnings of a hangover, which is why he'll go procure some decent breakfast - rum - and then run through his errands of the day, which often include stealing boats or steering a crew or staring at the ocean with a smitten look on his face for a few hours. Depending on where he's stuck - sea or port - there might be a few fights involved. But honestly, most of it is random, inspired chaos in search of rum and a good time. Also, looking for ways to get his goddamn ship back.]

[You'll wake up in a very small room with glass doors and walls and windows, because privacy is not a thing Eleanor gets here. And then you'll eat your breakfast and maybe read a little before they bring in the needles and the ADAM, and there's mother lecturing you on this or that, and you'll listen carefully. Very. Carefully. After having a few needles uncomfortably put on your person, you'll then enjoy a nourishing meal and spend the afternoon reading at your leisure. Or well, that's what you'll make people think you're doing, when in truth you'll be far, far away from the body in the little glass box, riding along the mind of a little sister somewhere in Rapture: crawling through tunnels and avoiding splicers and gathering bits and pieces to try and recalibrate a Vita Chamber. It's arduous work. Then there'll be more needles and more pills and more plasmids and more ADAM, and as always, Mother talking and talking and never listening.

By the time you go to sleep, you'll be tired and worn and very, very bitter, but it's okay because tomorrow's a new day and you get to do it all over again.]

[An ordinary day for Yamato? Oh boy.

Wake up at five in the morning sharp - have a very bland breakfast that meets your dietary needs (set amount of carbohydrates, set amount of protein, etc, etc) - immediately afterwards your day is hours of studies and work and being lectured by experts in subjects such as quantum physics or astronomy or chemistry or biology or history or warfare or - anything, really.

You work and work and work until it's dinner time - another bland meal - then it's back to working and working until your head hurts and the exhaustion is so much that you just want to cry but crying is not allowed so you work and work -

and then it is eleven o'clock and you have to practice magic and summoning while your head is pounding and your stomach is cramping with hunger until you almost throw up from exertion. It is normally midnight by then, and then you have a small meal, a snack really, get ready for bed, and then sleep. You wake up at five o'clock and the cycle repeats]

[He grins at her, charmingly.]

Was it, love? Because I'd love to hear all about your nostalgia.

[You're awake way before the sun rises, sleep something you don't do much anymore, but luckily your body has adapted. Breakfast is some dried meat from a storage in some decrepit old building, your groups base, and you immediately start working after eating. Work involves spending the first part of the day working on an old computer, something you enjoy doing, before you eventually get called out to help in a fight; some of the mutants from the wastelands are forcing their way into the city and are attacking innocents and trying to steal provisions.

You systematically cut down the invaders with your electricity, using your knife to cut and tear when they get too close, bullets are too precious to waste here, and it isn't long until they're a pile of mutilated corpses at your feet. But you simply brush the blood off and go help to treat the injured. You are injured too, but you brush off any attempts to be treated on and instead just work through the pain as you turn your attention to helping rebuild one of the many ruined buildings once everyone has been treated.

This stops by around midnight, when you'll have been dragged away from work by your two second-in-commands, who insist you eat and get some sleep. You don't sleep though, and instead take brief naps between the nightmares, but you make sure to have enough energy for tomorrow. You're tired, and sore, but when morning comes you have to keep working and fighting through it. You're not allowed to stop yet.]

[You wake up early, when the sky is still dark and the temperature is almost pleasantly warm. You go about getting washed and dressed, and then you go rummage through the stores at the bottom of the tower for some food. Because you do live in a tower! And as you look around this and that, the sun rises and everything starts heating up real hard. You have an hour or two before your... neighbors start making their rounds, so you go back to the top of the tower. Keep an eye on the window and your giant moth of a mom fluttering about and go about cleaning a couple dozen rifles. Check you've got enough ammo stacked at hand. And above all, don't panic.

Yeah, there are hordes of undead, shuffling corpses outside, moaning and groaning and wanting very much to make a slurpee with the contents of your brain and then possibly tear your limbs off and eat the still twitching flesh of your bones, but it's okay. Don't panic.

Shoot them from above, careful to aim precisely and not waste any of that precious ammo you've got. You're not going to get more for at least another week or two. Thin the heard of zombies a little until the day reaches its true suffocating horror and you start wondering if the sand outside is gonna randomly turn into glass. By then you're hungry again and the zombies have retreated. So it's time to grab a few rifles, make your way downstairs and outside and then go out to forage for some food with mom.

Mom is awesome, okay. Giant, horned moth she is, she's the epitome of cool and sometimes she lets you ride on her head and okay, that's cool. So you go and find some lunch in the usual spots: maybe some gourds to appease your moirail's vegetarian nagging. Though if you can get away with it, you'll take lizards and snakes if you can get your hands on them. You're good at shooting random critters, so it's likely.

Then it's just another round around the hive, just to make sure there's no little pack of zombies waiting to ambush you, and then you can go home. Read a bit. Surf the web. Maybe watch a movie or two. You've got a goddamn impressive collection, really, from every genre and every time period and you know the five line long titles by heart. You have a little crush on troll Sean Connery and troll Alfred Hitchcock is your hero.

By the time the sun starts setting, you're getting tired and sleepy, but you can't go just yet. You sign on and wait for your friends to wake up, but most importantly, you wait for your moirail to log in. You talk about your day and she talks about her dreams, and maybe someone else will message you. (They never message you because they don't really know you all that well and you're too shy to message anyone first, but you still stare at the usernames your moirail's passed along, quietly impressed by the variety of them. Must be nice, you think, to talk with so many people.) She wants you to go visit her so you can see her new gardening project and you promise you'll go at the end of the month. She chats with you about nothing in particular but for you it's priceless, your only real source of actual interaction with another sentient being. It kinda sucks to be essentially the only diurnal member of a traditionally nocturnal race. But you just can't help it.

Close to midnight, when you start typing random things that make no sense, she gently orders you to bed and your mom seems to second the idea. So you bid her good night and check one last time for any stray message that you might have accidentally ignored. There's none, as usual. So you go back to sleep, a few hours of poor sleep and bad dreams and those Voices somewhere at the edge of your consciousness. Maybe you need to change the sopor.

Or maybe you're so lonely you're going insane.]

[You feel regret, shame, and you and don't dare touch anything because of it. You simply watch as humanity collapses under it's own weight, doled out in dizzying cycles of arrogance and fear.

There is no consistency, only chaos; this is humanity you're keeping vigil over, after all. But your feelings persist, despite small glimpses of hope, and mankind helping one another.

Really, it's mostly loneliness that's left by then. And you never get to rest.]

[PUZZLES ALL DAY ERRY DAY NIGHT AND INBETWEEN YO

EATING DINNER? GOT A PUZZLE FOR THAT
PUTTING ON A HAT? GOT A PUZZLE FOR THAT TOO
NEED TO DO SOME MOTHERFUCKING PLUMBING?

HERE YOU GO MOTHERFUCKER, HAVE FUN]

[Basically this.

Also does delivery services.

But mostly this. Being a mercernary for hire ain't so easy, really.]

Edited 2012-10-07 14:55 (UTC)

Before becoming a Puella Magi...

Sayaka, Madoka, and Hitomi take the same path they always do to school, and chatter about lighthearted things - Madoka's choice in ribbons, Hitomi's increasing deluge of love letters, stuff like that. She finds class as boring as it usually is - when she first gets there, it's okay, but as the lesson drags on Sayaka drifts off. It's really easy to zone out in your own class in favor of watching what people are doing in another room over - the fact that all the classrooms have windows instead of proper walls makes that possible.

The city Sayaka lives in has, in general, very visually striking architecture, though Sayaka takes the sights for granted. After school, the trio head off to a cafe-type thing, and then split apart when Hitomi leaves to maintain her demanding schedule of fancy lessons and stuff. Tea ceremony even. Sometimes she'll go CD hunting around now, but today she doesn't have enough yen on hand - so Sayaka says goodbye as well, then heads to the hospital to visit Kyousuke.

She tries her best to make the visit a pleasant thing, but isn't sure if she succeeds...

Afterwards, she goes home, not really in the mood to do anything else.

After becoming a Puella Magi...

If she had trouble staying engaged with the teacher's lecture before, now it's fifty times worse. She's been staying out later - Sayaka's natural drowsiness in class is magnified, and when she's not dozing, she's thinking about what people she could save, if she wasn't sitting in this classroom while the day marched by. Tracking Witches took a long time and a lot of effort, and you could bet her time would be better spent doing that than learning about.. what was it today, math? Sayaka honestly didn't know, until she looked up at the board for confirmation.

After school ended for the day, Sayaka gained a determined spring in her step, and left alone.

Her soul gem is clutched in her hand and glowing blue, with the occasional tell-tale flux that means there might be a Witch near. Kyuubey dogs her heels, but she doesn't mind having him there. Doing this would be worse if she was entirely alone.

She doesn't find anything that day, or even into the first few hours of night. But right when she's ready to turn in, a Familiar just flicks by, out of the corner of her vision. It isn't long until it's dead and she's got no Grief Seed for her trouble, but that's okay. Mitakihara's just that much safer now.

..I-I think I stopped being able to keep up around when you got to lunch...

Don't you get sick of all those puzzles?!

Two options so two threads.

You wake up in the morning in your small room, with white sheets and no decorations. You can feel the floor moving under your feet, but that's okay. You're used to it and your body automatically corrects for it. You check your arms - you got a minor injury in your last mission, but the nanobots in your body have healed it already.

You ignore the laughing in your head that sounds like your own but not.

Breakfast is some sort of unidentifiable nutrition, formulated to keep you healthy and able to perform at top efficiency. You take a walkway through the ship to the exercise room, stopping to stare at the stars outside for a moment and gaze in the direction of Lagrange Point 4, where you feel a stab of anger towards the people who made you what you are.

You continue, and work out on the small treadmill and lift weights until it's time to eat lunch, which is the same thing as breakfast.

In the afternoon, you and the other Gundam Meisters are given a mission, and you all strap yourself into your mobile suits before taking off. You're at home in front of the controls, trusting Kyrios to move at your command like you would trust your own body.

The mission involves killing other pilots. You hate it, but you know it has to be done to eliminate those who would promote war. You always have a nanosecond of hesitation before you pull the trigger - long enough to be explained by informational lag - and in that moment you hear the other you in your head taunt you, tell you to do it or he'll take over your body and do it for you.

The other pilots neatly dispatched, you return to the ship and eat dinner, which is the same as breakfast and lunch. Before you fall asleep, the other you appears in your room, complaining again about your hesitation. You do your best to ignore him, and fall asleep. Hopefully your sleep is dreamless, and not full of nightmares again.

You wake up in a tiny room, barely enough to hold a bed. You look up at the camera watching you and ask if you can start your day. A door opens and you run to the bathroom, taking care not to get your night outfit dirty. Some of the other subjects are using the bathroom too, but you got there first because you woke up earlier.

You send out brain waves and ask Marie if she's having a good morning. You don't think you'll get to see your friend today - she's always treated differently and you know she leaves her glass bed but you've never seen her out of it.

Breakfast is something gross but you're used to the formless mass of something you have to eat. After breakfast you're all shuffled to a gym where you run laps. Some of the other subjects cry, but they're new. They'll get used to it.

After laps you're all called for your injections, so you have to wait until they call your number, E-0057. You get a shot and spend a minute or two with a piece of gauze pressed on it before it's taken away and your shoulder looks like nothing ever happened to it.

You performed well, so you get to have lunch, which is shorter than breakfast. They like keeping all of you hungry on some days to see how you perform. You're not as hungry as some but still hungry as you're all thrown into piloting simulations against each other. You're one of the better ones, because you can hear someone in your head calling out directions.

After simulations you're put into a room which looks like a battlefield, and you're given blunt clubs that stun when you hit someone with them. You're hesitant to hurt any of your brothers and sisters, but someone tries to hit you and you narrowly miss them.

The next thing you know you're being hauled away by some of the scientists, confused. One of them is talking into an earpiece about how fifty seven kept pounding eighty four's head into the wall, but you don't remember that. They put you in your room and you don't get dinner, just laughing in your head as they sedate you.

The lights go out after several hours of staring at the wall, and you get to go to sleep to do it all over again in the morning.

DAY
> You wake up in the morning after a good night's sleep. As you get yourself ready for the day, you can hear the voices muttering in the back of your mind. It's normal for you hear them by now.

> The daily routine is routine. Wake up, get ready, greet your dormmates and attend school.

> Sometimes, the teacher may ask you a question. Whenever you answer correctly, you can feel the admiration of your classmates. Other times, you may feel tired enough to sleep through the lecture. If you choose to sleep, you'll feel Great afterwards. But if you choose to stay awake, you might learn something new.

> After school is when you're the most busiest and popular. Attending one of your clubs, the student council's meetings or hanging out with friends, you'll always have something occupying your attention.

> Every time you meet with someone in the afternoon, the voices will speak up. They will tell you that your Social Link with your companion have grown stronger. Any newly fused Persona of the matching arcana will receive a boost.

EVENING
> In the evening, your time is more free. Far fewer people seeks your company at this time of the day, so you can choose to hang out at the mall, study in your room or turn in early for the night.

> If they are available, you may choose to talk to the strange monk in the club or the greedy businessman in the mall.

> You may also choose to, instead, forego all of those and prepare yourself to train and explore Tartarus during the Dark Hour.

TARTARUS
> You are the leader.

> After picking three people to make up your party, your chosen group starts exploring the floors.

> Every time you enter into battle with Shadows, you start barking orders. You tell your team what to do in this battle: act freely, support the team or strike the enemies hard. Sometimes, you may be forced to tell them the exact move to use on the Shadows. Otherwise, you trust in your team's judgement.

> During the battle, your mind is clear and quiet. The voices know when to stay silent, until you call upon the powers of your various Personas in battle.

> The familiar tip of your evoker touch your head and the lack of hesitation to pull trigger. After all, you're used to this method of summoning already.

"Persona!"

Edited 2012-10-07 17:09 (UTC)

[>At first you thought it was people talking around you, rather than from inside your head... but the voices had the same timbre as when Kyuubey would 'pass messages.' Not from any direction, but instead, bouncing around on the inside of your skull.

>It's normal, and you guess it makes your morning routine a little less boring... but it's also distracting. There's so many.

>You walk with familiarity through a city some part of you doesn't know at all.

>That unnerved and out-of-place part settles down when you and Kenji go to Hagakure like usual - it's similar enough to after-school hours spent with two girls in a cafe to fit in analogously, even if it's not quite the same.

>When you slip on the red armband of SEES, there's a brief moment of "Oh, now this makes more sense," though you can't place what that realization actually is.

>As the Dark Hour begins and you start another climb through Tartarus, it's like putting on a well-fitting glove. This is right. Maybe Junpei's rubbing off on you some, but - this is like saving the world, one night at a time. That idea is one you find very agreeable.

...]

_{[Sayaka is very disoriented when she takes off the metaphorical Minato-goggles.]}

Woah.

The matrix had me.

_{[With that outdated pop culture reference over with--]}

So the armband's not really just a fashion statement, huh.

[Well, that's an interesting experience. Or something.]

Mm, that's right. It shows who's in SEES.

[You awake before dawn, in a pile of hay, to the smell of livestock and an auburn-headed girl telling you you have to leave, he'll be awake soon. You quietly thank her for her kindness, as always, and she manages to sneak you a small bottle of milk before you go. It's not much, and it's risky, and you can only hope the five rupees you left in the hay will be enough to cover it without arising the corrupted ranch owner's suspicion as you climb over the outer wall.

You don't have much time to worry, however, as before dawn means the Stalchildren are still roaming the field, and you have to race to the safety of the nearest tree before they can swipe at you. You've learned to not bother fighting them, as with each one that falls, another rises to take its place without end. They clamber at your tree, their skeletal forms rattling as they try to get at you, but thankfully they cannot climb. And so you wait for the sun to rise.

When it does, you are free to leap down from the relative safety of your perch as the Stalchildren burn and fall to pieces all at once in its light. But it's still not safe, though the immediate threat might be gone. It's never completely safe, so long as that ominous tower looms in the distance where something precious to you used to be. But it's easier to hide where there's plenty to be distracted by, and so you make your way to town.

Kakariko is the one place that seems to have grown since your flight nearly seven years ago, though out of necessity. The refugees of old Castle Town try to deal with being uprooted, and the old residents of Kakariko try to accommodate the burgeoning population. You pass two men who appear to have nothing better to do than laugh and tease one another all day, a dancing couple oblivious to the world around them, guards singing praises to "the great Impa" who opened this town to the public.

You wonder how she's doing. You wish you could see her, but the risk is too great.

In hushed tones and whispers from the shadows, you hear talk of the Princess Zelda's fate. You hear that she's dead, that she's left Hyrule and is never coming back, that she's amassing an army to take back her country, and you pass without comment.

You watch over the town from the rooftops (people rarely look up, you've found) until about mid-afternoon when the Evil King's men decide to pay the town a visit and you decide your welcome has suddenly run out. Quietly, you jump from roof to roof, always just managing to stay out of the soldier's vision until you make it to the town entrance, when you make a mad dash for the field. Your mind races alongside your body, as you search to fulfill that ever-present need: shelter. You can't ask to stay at the ranch two nights in a row, and you won't be able to reach the forest by nightfall, much less the lake. Which leaves one option.

Despite every fiber of your being telling you to turn the other way, you sprint towards that ominous tower. The drawbridge leading into the dilapidated town is broken and rotting, but easy enough to jump over. That is the only simple part of your journey, however. Death and evil hang over the abandoned buildings like smog, but you dare not run. You dare not make a sound as you creep through the remains of Castle Town, because the crumpled and moaning forms of dried out corpses watch your every step, waiting for you to come within reach...

(You remember the first time you made this trip - the first time one of those things screamed and you swore you would never let that paralyzing fear grab you again.)

Safety (or some form of it) is just within your reach, though, as the Temple of Time grows larger in your vision. And as you make it inside, as you step into the vast, silent stone sanctuary, a sense of solemn peace washes over you, relaxing you. Every step feels more heavy than the last, but you push forward until you reach the back chamber where an empty pedestal stands. Slowly, you take a seat on the stone dais, resting, catching your breath.

And you tell yourself it won't always be like this. You won't have to run much longer now. Hyrule's Hero will return soon, and when he does, you'll need to help him.

So you wait, and do as you have done for the past seven years.]

Your name is JADE STRIDER. Or at least, you seem to be some kind of weird spiritual passenger that is living her life, though may or my not actually have her name at the moment.

Screw it, I DON'T KNOW WHAT YOUR NAME IS. But regardless of what kind of moniker you currently go by, you are now living the life of JADE STRIDER.

Contrary to what you may have been led to believe, you are not a Knight, a thousand year old immortal, or SOMETHING ELSE REALLY STUPID.

You live in the state of TEXAS, USA, in an apartment in a fairly populated city with your BRO. On a normal day, you are expected to go to SCHOOL, and suffer the torment of most of the other kids picking on you. You don't actually have many friends at school (which is to say, you have absolutely ZERO), and most of the teachers don't remember you exist. It's OK, because they're all just PEASANTS who don't understand how TOTALLY COOL you are. Besides, you have some AWESOME friends that you talk to online. It just kind of sucks that they all live in totally different states (or different land masses, in John's case.)

After getting home from school, you have HOMEWORK to do, but you almost NEVER do it. Doing homework is for total nerds after all, and definitely not for COOL KIDS like you. So instead of doing your homework, you spend all day in your room, talking to your friends JOHN, DAVE, and your BEST FRIEND ROSE on the computer. You and Rose talk a lot about books and video games, and Rose shares her hilarious bias for Chose Your Own Adventure Books.

It's fair to say you're KIND OF A SHUT-IN. This is probably why a lot of the kids at school make fun of you, in addition to your VARIETY OF STRANGE AND NERDY INTERESTS. That's OK though, it only bothers you because you can't go see your REAL FRIENDS.

Besides your computer, your room also features your BED, your ELECTRIC GUITAR (which you are fucking awesome at playing), and a variety of POSTERS and PHOTOGRAPHS hanging on the walls, along with an OLD HUNTING RIFLE. If you're not fucking around on the internet, you like to PLAY GUITAR, TAKE PICTURES, or STARE OUT THE WINDOW. It doesn't offer very much of a view though.

The only other person that inhabits your apartment, as previously stated, is your BRO. But you don't actually SEE him that much, because he is basically a GRADE-A NINJA, one that you hope to be some day! However, there is always a healthy stash of FROZEN FOOD, CHEAP AMMO, and SMUPPETS in the kitchen. Every now and then you'll meet your Bro on the roof of your apartment for a strife. You ALWAYS LOSE, because he is just that goddamn impressive. Sometimes, when your Bro isn't working, he'll take you to the TACO SHOP down the street, which serves the best imitation Mexican food your city has to offer. This is one of the few times you actually deign to leave the house, aside from school.

You almost always stay up until ASS O'CLOCK in the middle of the night, which is always way too late since you always have SCHOOL in the morning. This is because NO ONE ON THE INTERNET SLEEPS, and because your friends live in vastly different time zones. You often venture to the kitchen in the middle of the night for a frozen burrito or waffle or two. Frozen pizzas are usually reserved for Fridays.

...What the fuck. I...I really don't know. Is this what you do for fun or, what?

[You can just hear the sound of his mind fracturing into pieces.]

This isn't right. Heroes...should be known for the things they've done and the sacrifices they'd made, right?

Mm, well...

_{[After the attention seeking mess her shadow had been... the words "Look at me" echo in the back of her head.]}

..I'd be lying if I said I didn't want that, a little. But you can tell, right? ..I was happy with what I was doing back then. I saved a lot of people, even if eventually I would...

Um.

Basically, recognition doesn't matter as much as the fact that someone's safe at the end of the day, right? I've always thought it would be pretty selfish, to expect that kind of thing.

..I don't know. I think it would stop being fun right around when it got in the way of just getting out of the house in the morning!

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A day in the life... meme

Gimli (OU) | Lord of the Rings

Jack Sparrow (OU) | Pirates of the Caribbean

Eleanor Lamb (OU) | Bioshock

Yamato Hotsuin [AU] | Devil Survivor 2

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April Sinclair [OU] | OC

Eridan Ampora (AU1/RDV) | Homestuck

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Nicolas Brown | Gangsta

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Minato Arisato (OU) | Persona 3

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Zelda [OU] | Legend of Zelda: Ocarina of Time | HOLY TL;DR BATMAN

Jade Strider | Homestuck [AU: RDV/V]

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